#Also Eddie absolutely uses only text speech and you get frustrated with it

[jadewritesficshere]

Painting

Modern!Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Contains: nudes, mutual masturbation, phone sex

18+ only

Eddie flopped face down onto his mattress with a sigh. After working all day, playing at the Hideout, and then hauling all of the bands' equipment, he was wiped. He wanted nothing more then to smoke and go to sleep. His phone pinged with a notification. A contact under the name "Loser" had messaged him, causing a split second of confusion before a lazy grin spread across his face when he realized it was you (he had forgotten he changed it when high). You had been unable to come see Corroded Coffin play tonight as you had made previous plans.

Loser: How did it go?? Good?? Bad??

Loser: Was that one chick who wants to be a groupie there??

Eddie: went ok. Y u jealous?

Loser: just curious lol

Eddie: sure. Wbu?

Loser: Good! Robin and Nancy came. We had a nice dinner. We did paintings! Robin's looks better then mine. Mine looks like shit 😔 now just taking a bath and relaxing.

Eddie: show me?

Loser: lol no???

Eddie: y not? I'm sure it good

Loser: you sure?

Eddie: yes

Loser: fine

Eddie doubted your painting looked bad. You always tore yourself down, even when you did amazing things. He always wanted to throttle you, but knew he would be a hypocrite if he did. Eddie rolled onto his back and looked at the ceiling. He would convince you one day that you were awesome, but until then he would just have to keep reminding you. His phone dinged with a new message from you. He opened it and saw a picture attached and-

Immediately dropped his phone. His heart picked up speed. His eyes widened and face flushed. Eddie dove for the phone as if it were a life preserver and he was drowning. He couldn't believe his eyes. He licked his lips and stared at his phone.

A picture from your neck down. Bubbles in the bath around you. Water was running down your collarbone towards your tits. Your nipples barely covered by the bubbles. One boob having no bubbles around it at all, but your hand flipping him off blocked him from seeing more. He was greedy. He wanted to see more, and had never imagined you would send him this to begin with. Eddie looked down at the tent that had formed in his boxers.

Loser: ask nicely next time 😤

Eddie groaned and his dick twitched. You had totally misunderstood him, he had wanted to see your painting- of course he was more then glad for this outcome. However, he couldn't quite unsee what you had sent, nor would he want to. Eddie reread your text. Next time means more than just this once. Means maybe he could see more. Means maybe he has a better shot with you then he thought. He already overthought things with you many times, and now his brain had just switched to overdrive.

A million thoughts ran through his head as his hand traveled south. He paused briefly," Oh fuck it." He grabbed his dick over his boxers, causing the outline to be very noticeable. He took a pic before sending it to you. He would have felt bad about not sending a message with it, but he would have sat there for ages trying to think of a response. And he couldn't find it in himself to care as he pressed lightly against his dick.

He dropped his phone on his stomach. All Eddie could think about was you as he pulled his dick out of his boxers. Your soap covered tits. How beautiful they looked.. He licked his hand before slowly grasping his dick and squeezing the base, causing the tip to flush more. The pressure causing him to moan. He slowly stroked up and down his length. He picked up the pace, canting his hips up to meet his hand. Part of him wanted to go slow, but the rest of him wanted to get this over with quick so he could do it again and again and again. His chest heaved and sweat started to form on his brow. A sigh fell from his lips that quickly turned to a moan at the thought of it being your hand wrapped around him. How small your hand would look on his dick. How-

His stomach tensed and he jolted as his phone started vibrating and your ringtone played. The vibrations on his lower stomach felt so good, he was tempted to let it keep playing, but the urge to hear your voice was stronger. With his free hand he grabbed the phone and answered. "H-hello?" Eddie asked, panting into the phone. "Oh fuck, Eddie," your voice higher than normal sounded like music to his ears. Eddie moaned and your response was a whimper. "Fuck babe, see what you do to me?" Eddie's voice felt like sandpaper, he was surprised he could even find words. "Uh-huh." The sound of water splashing caught Eddie's attention," holy shit. Are you touching yourself?" "Wish it were you."

Eddie's mind went fuzzy as he picked up speed. The schlick noise picking up, his mind filtering out everything except your moans. "Sound so good. Wish I was there." Eddie mumbled, feeling his tip leaking generously. He was so close. "Fuuuck Eddie I'm gonna-" your sentence was cut off with a moan and he lost it. His hips bucked without rhythm and cum spurted everywhere. He never understood the phrase of people seeing stars behind their eyes until now, but they were more like fireworks. He had never cum this much in his life, not even when he had first found porn.

He slowly came back down, a euphoric feeling enveloping him. A warmth spread in his chest as it heaved, trying to catch a breath. He looked down and saw his shirt covered with his release. Your chuckle pulled him back to earth. "Uh so that happened...so whatcha gonna do about it Munson?" He hummed," Think i should ask you for a date." "You should."

Eddie had the biggest grin when you finally got off the phone, date planned for Friday night. He looked down at your contact name before changing the s to a v. He was going to find that painting you did and make sure it hung over his bed, so he could remember this night forever.

#Eddie eventually tells you about the misunderstanding and you just become more and more embarrassed #You asked him to delete the pic out of embarrassment and he goes on and on about how it is art and how beautiful it is and refuses #He later comes back to you and tells you if you want him to delete it he will and you just laugh and tell him to keep it #He agrees tho that your painting does suck to which you say “yeah I do” and give him a pointed look and he doesn't catch on #Until you huff and grab him and look him in the eyes and flat out tell him what you're offering #Shoutout to my friend who did this to me (it was a clothed pic tho) and I went BRO? and immediately clarified #But it started this thought and it wouldn't shake me loose until I wrote it so here yall go #Idk how to end things and idk how to write smut so take this and do with it as you will #My dumbass over here getting too lost in my own mind to write well fjdjsls #Eddie Munson #Modern!Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson/reader #Eddie Munson x y/n #Eddie Munson x you #Eddie Munson/you #Eddie Munson smut #Eddie Munson x female!reader #Stranger Things #Also Eddie absolutely uses only text speech and you get frustrated with it #Jade is Talking

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Not A Monster Chapter 15

These are getting shorter I swear.

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Fifteen

“Damn it, I can’t take any more of this shit!” Eddie snapped, shoving his algebra work across the bed in frustration.

Richie, who was leaned up against the footboard of Eddie’s bed, slowly looked up from his almost completed work, furrowing his brow. “Um, do you, maybe need a little bit of help with that over there, Eds?”

“I can’t keep having you bail me out when I’m having a problem with my math work, Richie.” Eddie said, crossing his arms over his chest with an annoyed huff. “I just – I need a minute before my brain burns out.”

Richie arched a brow before returning to his work. “Alright then.”

“How the fuck are you almost done? I’ve only done a quarter of the work!”

Richie grinned, finishing the final problem before he turned the notebook around to face Eddie. “Just copy some of them down from me. The sooner you’re done with your homework, the sooner I can attach myself to you before your mom comes home.”

Eddie sighed, grabbing his notebook and dragging it back into his lap before he started to write. “Thanks Rich.”

Richie hummed, tucking his hands behind his head as he watched Eddie work. “Any time Eds. I actually want you to be able to pass this class. If you don’t graduate with me I’ll be extremely heart broken.”

“I’m not that stupid, Rich.” Eddie hissed, copying the next equation down. “I’m still going to graduate with you and the others.”

“That reminds me.” Richie said with a chuckle. “I heard something interesting yesterday.”

“Oh?”

“Stan, myself, Charlie and Lucille all have the highest grades right now so they’re struggling to pick one of us to be valedictorian.”

Eddie looked up from his notebook. “Firstly, I think it’s safe to say they won’t pick you with that trash mouth of yours. They’ll be scared of you making some gross speech in front of all the parents. Secondly, how the hell did you hear about something like that?”

“Greta’s always helping out in the office. She said she overhead the Principle talking with one of the teachers about it. He ah, apparently sounded quite… frustrated.”

“Well there’s still… three months before they have to pick one of you, right? I’m sure one of you will pull ahead or drop back and make it easier for them to decide.”

“That’s the thing, I thought about lowering my grades a little bit. I don’t want to be picked. Sure, I run my mouth but there’s no way in hell I’m getting up on a stage and making some fucking speech for everyone. Charlie didn’t seem interested either –”

“Wait you told them?”

“Well, yeah. I wasn’t about to keep that from them since I know about it. Sharing is caring, Eds! I told them they can’t say anything to anyone else about it though since I’m not supposed to know this. Anyway, Charlie didn’t seem interested in doing it either because talking to a large group of people makes him want to curl up and die or something.”

“Or something…” Eddie shook his head, looking back down at his notebook as he copied something else down. “You really need to learn how to listen to people when they’re speaking. So how did Stan and Lucille take it?”

“That’s the thing. Stan needs to do it to get his dad off his back about how he never goes for it or something. Which is stupid because Stan is already burning out his brain with all of his studying as it is. He needs to learn to slow the fuck down.”

Eddie hummed in agreement. “What about Lucille?”

“Well, she had family pressure in a different sense. Her mom was one, her grandma, her great grandma. They’ve all been chosen.”

“This isn’t going to like… kill their friendship or something is it?” Eddie asked, concern washing over him.

Richie tilted his head back, letting out a laugh. “Oh no, nothing like that, Eds! Actually, they both decided to take it as a challenge so they’re having some friendly competition to see which one of them gets it.”

“Stan is having a friendly competition over school grades?”

“Yep! They shook on it.”

Eddie furrowed his brow. “If this starts to mess with their friendship, we might have to actually rip them apart.”

“I don’t think it’s gonna get that bad, Eds. You know Staniel will just give up eventually and let her win so she doesn’t let her family down.”

“I don’t know…” Eddie mused, pausing in the middle of one of the equations. “It’s Stan. He might be one of the nicest people ever but… he also has a lot riding on it. It might get rough.”

“Aw, come on have some faith in our Staniel! Even he’s not that heartless, Eds!”

Eddie chuckled. “Yeah. Keep telling yourself that Rich.”

Richie stuck his tongue out, peering down at Eddie’s notebook. “How slow do you write?”

“I have to pick the ones I’m gonna get wrong on purpose very carefully, you know!” Eddie snapped, moving onto the next equation. “If I copy them all down correctly, the teacher is gonna know that I didn’t do this myself.”

“Okay, okay.” Richie held his hands defensively in front of him. “I’m just impatient, sue me.”

Eddie stopped writing and grabbed his notebook, climbing to his feet. Richie watched him carefully, confused by the sudden movement until Eddie walked the length of the bed and then dropped down into his lap where he made himself comfortable, reaching over to turn Richie’s notebook around so he could see what he was doing; balancing his own on his leg.

“Is this okay?” Eddie asked, looking up at Richie.

Richie grinned down at him, sliding his arms around his waist. “Oh, believe me Eds, this is more than okay, but can I ask why?”

Eddie started to write again, relaxing against Richie. “You said you wanted to attach yourself to me so I’m helping you to do that.”

Richie raised a hand and ran his fingers through Eddie’s hair. “Well, you won’t see me complaining. I get to help you relax while you work.”

“Just remember to keep those wandering hands of yours above the waist.” Eddie said, chewing at the end of his pencil.

There was a snort from Richie, but he was otherwise silent, resting his chin against Eddie’s shoulder as he watched his hand move across the page while he worked, tilting his head once in a while to press a light kiss to Eddie’s cheek.

Eddie would wrinkle his nose whenever he felt Richie’s lips on his cheek, a small smile coming to his face as he tried to focus on his work. After ten minutes of this, Eddie closed his book and tossed it aside, twisting in Richie’s arms to face him where he planted a kiss on his mouth.

This was definitely better than doing studying of any kind.

“Call me that one more time and I will make you eat your own text book, Stanley.” Jessica warned, pointing her pen across the booth threateningly. “I did not leave the comfort of my house for this study session just so you keep using that name.”

Mike chuckled, looking up from his French work. “I think it’s cute.”

Jessica groaned, tilting her head back so it thumped against the back of the booth. “Why?”

“Team Stanlon.” Mike said, raising his hand into the air between himself and Stan with a grin.

“Team Stanlon.” Stan repeated, high-fiving Mike.

“No. Absolutely not.” Jessica said, slamming her pen onto her notebook. “You’re not allowed to team up on me like that!”

“Pretty sure we just did, Link.” Stan said, idly turning a page in his French book.

“Stop calling me that! I refuse be teamed up on like this! I want a teammate. That’s it, Bill, we are now teammates.”

Bill let out a laugh, turning a page in his French book carefully. “Shuh-sure thing, Juh-Jess. We’ll be Team Willica.”

“Yeah, you hear that Stan? Bill is on my team, screw you.”

Stan smirked, tucking a hand under his chin as he regarded Jessica for a moment. “I’m pretty sure I could convert him.”

“Hey, no! That is not allowed! You either have Mike or you have Bill, you cannot have both! You’re either Team Stanlon or Team Stenbrough!”

“Oh my god, is this really what I’m walking in to?” Ben asked, sliding into the empty space next to Jessica at the end of the booth.

“This is just the average study conversation now, Ben.” Stan looked back down at his French work, carefully placing a ruler under the line of text he needed to translate so he didn’t lose his place. “Apparently our group is divided into Teams now.”

“Hey, I didn’t start this.” Jessica said, holding up her hands in defence. “Richie was the one who said something about Bill naming you guys Team Stanlon and then I named him and Eddie Team Reddie, and it just went from there.”

“Guess that makes Ben and Beverly what? Team Benverly?” Mike asked, furrowing his brow.

“Does this really need to be a thing?” Stan moved his ruler carefully down the page he was working from. “Everyone knows Team Stanlon is the best team.”

“So where does this leave Lucille?” Ben asked, opening his notebook. “Shouldn’t she be on a team with Jessica?”

Jessica huffed, crossing something out in her notebook. “Lucille betrayed me. She’s a Team Stanlon supporter.”

“Team Stanlocile.” Stan said, not looking up from his book.

“Stop turning my girlfriend against me!”

“I’m not doing anything.” Stan said, writing something down quickly before looking back up at her. “Your girlfriend just knows a great team when she sees it and thus supports it. That is in no way my fault.”

“I hate you.” Jessica grumbled as Stan returned to his work again.

Stan didn’t look up from his note book as he wrote.  “No you don’t.”

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #leighwritesathing #ONCE AGAIN FILE UNDER ADD TO MASTER LIST LATER BECAUSE I AIN'T FIGHTING WITH IT RIGHT NOW